All summer long Dylan has taken a swim class at the Y. He cried through the first 4. He was "that kid" who just cried and wailed while every other kid, including 7 month olds, were having the best time. And I don't know if you have ever heard a kid cry in a pool, but it's LOUD. But then at the 5th lesson, he started to enjoy it. And by the last lesson he didn't want to get out and cried only at the end when I dragged him out.
After the lesson, Dylan and I go eat breakfast and then walk around Cambridge, go to a playground, then to the toy store, and finally make our way home on the big bus. Usually he has a muffin, which he calls "Muh!" but on this day he was adamant in his choice of a croissant, which he also calls "Muh!" He only left me 2 bites!
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